don't eat the yellow snow

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dreamed i was an eskimo

frozen wind began to blow

under my boots 'n around my toe

frost had bit the ground below

was a hundred degrees below zero

and my momma cried: boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo

and my momma cried: nanook-a

no no

nanook-a

no no

don't be a naughty eskimo-wo-oh

save your money: don't go to the show

well i turned around an' i said: ho ho

well i turned around an' i said: ho ho

well i turned around an' i said: ho ho

an' the northern lites commenced t' glow

an' she said

with a tear in her eye: watch out where the huskies go

an' don't you eat that yellow snow

watch out where the huskies go

an' don't you eat that yellow snow